"That's not helpful," Morne grunted.
"Sorry, sorry," she chuckled. "But uh… I don't see any way to deal with the flying little things. We're down here, and they're up there."
Morne gestured with his head at the crater the mutants had created, and the ring of the dead and dying that surrounded it.
"…Oh." Essenla grimaced. "Yeah, that's a problem."
"Did you not see it happen?"
"What can I say? I'm a heavy sleeper. I didn't even know all of this was going on until something loud shook me out of my bed. Which I'm starting to realize was that.
"Once that happened, I tossed on my armor as fast as I could, grabbed a shield and this sword, and hurried out to find that all hell had broken loose. No one even tried to wake me up, can you believe that?"
'Probably because they didn't think you would sleep through an entire war,' Morne thought dully.
